Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1887-11-18
Burial OF The Anarchists.

On the first page OF the ClII2EN
will be found an account OF the exc
cution of the four Chicago anarch-
lists who were hanged last Friday.
1t would be impossible to give all that
subsequently, transpired in connect
ion with their funerals, and we
therefore have to be content with
tn following that took place at the
cemetery grounds;
CHICAGO, Nov. l3.-Waldheim
Cemetery, where the final scene took
place, is about eight miles from Chi
cago, almost under the shadows of
Altenheim, or German Old Peoples
Home. Each casket was borne from
the depot upon the shoulders OF eight
men and the procession was headed
by four women in deep mourning,
upon whose shoulders rested an i'm
mense floral crown, with smsller
one of Grape in the interior. The
cofins were placed upon a platform
that had been erected Immediately
in front of the receiving vault and
the $4,000 spectators gathered
around. The shadows of evening
were falling, and as Captain Black
stepped forward and raised his hand,
hats were taken off, and a deep 81
lence fell upon the vast throng.
The counsel for the men whose re-
mains rested at his feet then spoke
at length. He told his hearers that
they had come to do honor to the
soldiers and Martyrs to Truth. They
bad lost their lives in her service and
they were numbered with those that
in all history had died for the same
cause. They believed that there
were certain conditions in the coun-
try that had wrought great injustice
to large part of the people, and
with purity of soul and singleness of
purpose they had devoted them
selves to the cure of what they
thought was a great and terrible
wrong. Their hearts ached for the
human race and they longed TO help
it. They were kind-hearted, tender,
manly noble men, They loved hu-
manity. They worshipped God by
striving their utmost to benefit their
fellow. men, and it was in this strife
that they offered up their lives.
They were not standing there by the
bodies of felons. There was nothing
disgraceful about their death. They
died for liberty, for the sacred right
of untrammeled speech and for hu-
manity, and his bearers should be
proud that they had been
that friend. In concluding
the speaker read poem, written,
it is supposed, by August Spies u
few days before bis death. 1t ex-
pressed his perfec. willingness to die
and the hope that his friends would
not weep for him.
1t was dark when Captain Black
The Mgnnerchor sang
funeral bymn, aDd then Robert Reit-
eel, editor of Der Arme Ieufel (the
Poor DeviD, of Detroit, stepped to
the front of the cofiias. He spoke in
LOuh w I'D LILO fOttC oGN
excited bis manner: This is what be
said; 81 came with the intention to
make fearful accusation-not an ac-
cusation against the horde of church
goers. who in their self-righteousness
to-day rejoice in loud tones that the
five men whose remains we consign
to the dust are dead, and not against
the hangman Of this country who is
called sheriff by the brutes in dis
guise, who clamor for the life and
blood of the poor; not against the
jury who obeyed the mandate of the
brutes; but against the working
men because they stood calmly by
when FIVE of their best men were foul
ly and brutaliy murdered. In the
agonies of death these five men ex-
pected that the heinous crime COM
mited against them would be aven.
ged in streams of blood, and they
had right to expect it,"